Characters: Booth, Brennan
Rating: K or PG
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: I wrote this in response to a writing exercise I made up, and then I realized I liked it for All That Lies Between Us with a wee bit o' tweaking.
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In less than thirty seconds, she made it to the curb and stepped off into the street. His stomach tightened and his breath stuttered in his throat as he noticed that she hadn't looked to see if any cars were in her path. It was just so her to charge ahead and expect the world to make way, while conveniently ignoring the fact that skin, muscle, and bone were no match for monsters of steel and rubber.
Every few weeks he'd peer at his reflection and discover another strand of gray hair. He knew it was her fault; he'd aged five years since he met her. Every time he watched her walk away from him, her long legs eating up the ground and her razor-sharp mind focused on the next challenge, it took months off his life.
One day she might walk without seeing what was in front of her or jab her fist in the wrong man's face, so today he watched her go until his eyes blurred and he could no longer distinguish her from all the other people outside.